#thexsenjuxheirs | senju maeko

[nidaiime]

        TOBIRAMA DECIDED TO HUMOUR HER. "Verily, I must confess that a swift assault would indeed invigorate me to a greater extent than a surreptitious strike," he conceded, gracing her with a faint smile that bespoke an intimacy reserved solely for kin.

        With a gentle pat upon the seat beside him, he extended an invitation to the tempestuous kunoichi, accompanied by the words, "I implore you, do join me." Such an overture conveyed an enduring welcome, a perpetual embrace extended exclusively to her.

        Though lacking the gift of clairvoyance, Tobirama possessed an innate ability to discern the tumultuous currents of her ruminations with remarkable acuity, gleaned from the subtle interplay of emotions etched upon her face and the restless chakra that flickered just beneath the surface. With genuine concern marking his features, he inquired, "Pray tell, what plagues your spirit?" Should it be something that fell within the realm of his capacity to alleviate, he promised not to permit her to return home burdened in such a manner.

        "Though my expertise in dispensing counsel may not be unparalleled, I must confess..." he cast a furtive gaze around their surroundings, creating an atmosphere of conspiracy, "...your father often sought my counsel during our youth."

She had been about to leave her perch when he called out to her, having set her eyes on different hiding-spot. But it seemed the moment had passed.

“Is there anything you are in need of, Maeko?”

The question made her pause, and a muscle to play in her jaw. With well practiced movement, she maneuvered herself through the tree, before swinging down and landing lightly at the base of its trunk. "Is keeping you on your toes not enough reason, uncle?" She ventured an easy smile and a few steps towards the bench. "But since that failed, I suppose I was hoping I could join your company, for a little while." It had become one of the worse parts. When she for one reason or another couldn't fill her day with training, the more intense the better, restlessness and the solitude would consume her. Her father. Busy. Her mother. Busy. Her older brother. Busy. Hell even little Kichiro was busy and would be even more so when he'd start the academy! As for the rest of the Senju, unless she had the desire to spend time with the very youngest then the same frustrating fact applied. Busy. It was driving her insane. "Please?"

[woodblxssomcrowned]

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Important update :: After some long winded consideration, I have finally decided to change the name of one of the muses on this blog As of 29/01-2024, Maeko will be renamed Kaname.

• *₊° ❀ Independent, semi-selective roleplay & ask blog for my original characters; Danma, Kaname and Kichiro.

The forgotten progeny of Senju Hashirama and Uzumaki Mito.

• *₊° ❀ Based on the Naruto series.

• *₊° ❀ Main verse exploring the transition between the end of the era of warring states and the founding of Konohagakure, and the years leading up to the 1st Shinobi World War.

• *₊° ❀ 18+ & Viewer discretion is strong advised due to the presence of mature and possibly triggering themes!

I hope you'll stay a while!

Em // she/her // 27 // See more of my art on Cara

Main muse :: Senju Kaname Secondary muses :: Senju Danma & Senju Kichiro

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[mizunokami]

Something Familiar

[starter for @thexsenjuxheirs]

“Again.”

There was patience in his voice, and the sort of kind strictness a student could expect from their teacher. Maeko was making progress, but in Tobirama’s eyes she was far from reaching her full potential.

“Remember your right foot, Maeko. Keep your focus on it before you strike.”

He raised his own katana, crimson eyes on his niece, checking her stance constantly. She had Senju strength, that much was clear, and while she lacked in some areas, Tobirama would make sure she excelled in others. Such as wielding a katana, and learning how to strike fast enough to leave your opponent little to no chance to dodge or parry.

“Your right leg is the one to carry you forward, the left one to determine your path.”

[kinokami]

[ A very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse ]

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc.

If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! Tagged by: @fierykage

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NAME: Hashirama Senju

AGE: Currently? Like, uh, 130+? (Honestly I don’t trust the Naruto timelines. How the hell was Hashirama old enough to know his granddaughter, still look 30, and die BEFORE the first shinobi war? WTF kishi?)

SPECIES:  Human

GENDER:  Male

SEX: Male

PROFESSION: Senju clan leader, First Hokage

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                          { PHYSICAL ASPECTS }

HAIR: Brown

EYES: Black

SKIN: Tan?

HEIGHT: 185cm

WEIGHT: 74kg (honestly this is bullshit. he’d have to be built like a fucking bird. This man is not delicate. He should be heavier)

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                       { FAMILY }

WIFE: Mito Uzumaki

HUSBAND: Madara Uchiha (in 2 verses)

PARENTS:  Butsuma Senju (father), unknown mother

CHILDREN: Danma, Maeko, Kichiroh Senju (in most verses), Yukirama Uchiha (sort of)

OTHER RELATIVES: Tobirama Senju (brother), Itama Senju (brother), Kawarama Senju (brother), Tsunade Senju (granddaughter), Nawaki Senju (grandson), Haruki Senju/Uchiha (grandson)

ANY PETS?: yes [  ] || no [ x]  

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                    { SKILLS }  

Physical Prowess:  Immense durability, immense strength, immense stamina, will power, regeneration, medical ninjutsu, chakra control, chakra density, seal-less use of jutsu 

Speed: Pretty damn fast

Magic: Summoning Jutsu: Bringer-of-Darkness Technique, Chakra Transfer Technique, Contract Seal, Four Red Yang Formation, Hokage-Style Sixty-Year-Old Technique, Kakuan: Entering Society with Bliss-Bringing Hands, Regeneration Ability, Sage Art Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands, Sage Art: Gate of the Great God, Sage Mode, Summoning Technique: Summoning: Quintuple Rashōmon, Summoning: Rashōmon, Top Transformed Buddha, Wood Clone Technique, Wood Release Secret Technique: Nativity of a World of Trees, Wood Release: Advent of a World of Flowering Trees, Wood Release: Great Forest Technique, Wood Release: Hōbi Technique, Wood Release: Hotei Technique, Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique, Wood Release: Wood Human Technique, Wood Release: Wood Locking Wall 

{Bonus Round}

Senjutsu (Sage Mode)

Scroll(s) of Seals

Nature Type: Wood Release, Earth Release, Water Release, Fire Release, Wind Release, Lightning Release, Yin Release, Yang Release

Ashura Chakra

                    { TRAITS }

—— POSITIVE ——-

Kind

Forgiving

Optimistic

Strong-willed 

— —- NEGATIVE ——

Naive

Short-sighted

Stubborn

Idealist

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                                { LIKES }

COLOURS: Green, dark brown, red SMELLS: lily of the valley flowers, moss, a forest in the morning FOOD:  gyoza, steamed buns with red bean paste (bc who doesnt?) FRUITS: Lychees, Apples DRINKS: Sake, jasmine tea  ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Yes [ x ] || No [ ]   favourites: Sake, but almost anything will do. —————————————————————————-               {  OTHER DETAILS  } SMOKES? yes [  ] || no [ ]   DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] DRIVER LICENSE?:  yes [ ] || no [  ]   EVER BEEN ARRESTED? yes [  ] || no [ x ] || almost [ ]   —————————————————————————- tagged by: @fierykage tagging: @sennokami, @ketsuekki, @yukannatori @thexsenjuxheirs (give it to danma, i need to know more about him), @asunokami (bc i want to do it again xD) 

[nidaiime]

        WHEN HE WAS OUT OF THE OFFICE, Tobirama would usually find himself sitting on one of the benches that were built all around Konoha, simply surveying the streets and observing its people. He would assist if asked, and help if needed. In his mind's eye, Tobirama had the idea that this was a contribution to the prosperity of their village.

        Casually nibbling on a dorayaki, Tobirama let his eyes wander over Konoha's citizens, ninjas and civilians alike. One could easilY tell them apart, either by way they dressed or the way they carried themselves around people. In addition, Tobirama had a greater advantage; he could easily single out the people with greater chakra control by his sensor abilities.

        Which came in handy in moments like this. Swallowing the cake and anko filling his mouth, Tobirama's senses picked up a decidedly familiar chakra signature, similar to that of his brothers but much milder, missing that control Hashirama had over his.

        One of his children, then. Tobirama concluded, taking another bite from the confection, letting the sweet paste to coat his tongue as he mulled it over his head; whether he should call out to them or let them observe him from their hiding spot. Not Danma, and certainly not Kichiro ( the absence of the Kyuubi's chakra was very telling ), Tobirama hazard an easy guess.

        Letting Maeko have her fill for a moment more, Tobirama finished his dorayaki before calling out to her, “Is there anything you are in need of, Maeko?”  

Starter for @annienne / @nidaiime || Tobirama Senju

She was twelve, and strong and fast. As strong and fast as she would have been if she'd been trained in the academy, probably more so. Definitely more so. She liked to tell herself that at least. She had to keep telling herself that.

She was growing taller too but was still small and narrow by frame, still a good size for hiding in smaller spaces. She was pretty good at that too.

Maeko had been sitting there, peering at her uncle from her hiding-spot, perfectly quiet and still, for the past ten minutes, watching him.

She had been surpised to spot him, when he'd so often be hiding away in his personal work, looking over her father's shoulders or overseeing his students during the day. But it had been a very much welcome distraction from her general boredom and solitude that day.

Prior to settling in her current hiding-spot, she'd been on the roof, and as quickly as she had dared without causing the tiles to make a sound, or disturb any of its bark or branches, transferred herself into the tree that was a mere stride from the ledge. Curling up there in the foliage, and stayed quiet, watching him for any sign that he'd heard her.

She had no doubt he knew she was there, but he had not called her out. Perhaps that meant she had not given herself away in any other way than simply existing in his vicinity.

She couldn't do much about that part.